Still reeling from the tremendous impact, you give a weak groan as you slowly come to your senses. When you do, you realize you’re firmly pressed against a soft, warm, jiggly surface, and you hear a feminine voice pleasantly humming above you. You quickly realize that you’re stuck against the enormous, round ass you were admiring just moments ago. Milly, completely unaware of the tiny man she just crushed, continues sweeping the floor, her every move making her abundant flesh constantly jiggle against you. Not wanting to spend the rest of your wrestling career stuck to a French maid’s ample derriere, you try to squirm, hoping to get yourself free or at least alert Milly to your presence, but you’re completely flattened. Not only that, but Milly’s butt is just too big and soft, her yielding flesh providing no proper footholds while your hands helplessly sink against her skin every time you try grabbing it. Your weak struggles are nowhere near enough to get the oblivious maid’s attention.
While you curse your luck, Milly finishes sweeping and moves on to her next chore. She grabs her trusty feather duster and cheerfully bounces over to a nearby grouping of bookshelves, obliviously rocking your world with her ass as she does so. When she reaches the shelves, Milly bends over, and you feel her ass cheek tense up against you as she begins dusting the lowest row. Milly rolls her wide hips back and forth against you as she meticulously wipes off every speck of dust from the shelves, and you start to feel dizzy when she starts mindlessly swinging them in a subtle figure-eight pattern, making her short skirt ride up her quivering posterior. The cheery maid eventually straighten backs up as she gradually dusts each ascending row of shelves, eventually working her way to the very, very top.
As it turns out, the top of the tall bookshelves are just barely out of Milly’s effective reach, as she has to stand on her tiptoes just to get her feather duster up there, but that’s not enough to stop the determined maid from cleaning up the dustiest spot in the whole lounge. She gives a small leap, enough for her to reach up and properly dust a portion of the top row before falling down and doing so again for the rest of it. As Milly bounces along the bookshelves, you feel the jiggling against you intensify greatly as her ass wobbles from all the sudden motion, and you groan every time gravity makes the weight of her rippling ass crash against you. Eventually, you even feel Milly work up a slight sweat from the activity, making her butt glisten against you.
After a few more minutes of this, Milly finishes her dusting. Another job well done, Milly proudly wipes her hands clean before moving on to her next task, but, as soon as she takes a step, she slips on something. “Zut Alors,” Milly cries as she falls forward. The maid lands on the floor with a soft thud, but, thanks to the cushion her abundant chest and curvaceous body provide, she’s hardly phased by it. You, on the other hand, lose all sense of up and down for a few moments as Milly’s ass wobbles intensely against you from the impact, like you’re on some sort of theme park ride. When Milly looks back, she sees she tripped over a t-shirt belonging to the Pink Princess, carelessly left on the floor by the diminutive diva. In fact, as Milly does another scan the lounge, she can see a variety of clothes carelessly strewn about the shared space by her messy co-workers: shirts, pants, bras, and more. Milly sighs, “A maid’s work is never done.”
Her resolve to clean still unwavering, Madame Bosomy gets up and goes on to gather the loose laundry, daintily bending over to pick up each piece of clothing. Each time Milly does so, you feel her hips jut out as her massive, jiggling ass cheek tenses and swells against you. She gathers bundles of clothes and tosses them to a corner of the room, onto an ongoing pile of laundry that she’ll drop off to the laundry room later. As she does so, the cheerful Milly starts to get into a rhythm, and, as she has fun with her work, you feel another wave of jiggles hit you as she begins to gracefully dance and spin around as she sings to herself…”Whoopsie!” That is, until she trips, dropping the clothes she had in hand and prompting her to get up and pick them up all over again. You groan. Just how much longer will it take for this klutzy maid to finish her chores and eventually find you?
While you curse your luck, Milly finishes sweeping and moves on to her next chore. She grabs her trusty feather duster and cheerfully bounces over to a nearby grouping of bookshelves, obliviously rocking your world with her ass as she does so. When she reaches the shelves, Milly bends over, and you feel her ass cheek tense up against you as she begins dusting the lowest row. Milly rolls her wide hips back and forth against you as she meticulously wipes off every speck of dust from the shelves, and you start to feel dizzy when she starts mindlessly swinging them in a subtle figure-eight pattern, making her short skirt ride up her quivering posterior. The cheery maid eventually straighten backs up as she gradually dusts each ascending row of shelves, eventually working her way to the very, very top.
As it turns out, the top of the tall bookshelves are just barely out of Milly’s effective reach, as she has to stand on her tiptoes just to get her feather duster up there, but that’s not enough to stop the determined maid from cleaning up the dustiest spot in the whole lounge. She gives a small leap, enough for her to reach up and properly dust a portion of the top row before falling down and doing so again for the rest of it. As Milly bounces along the bookshelves, you feel the jiggling against you intensify greatly as her ass wobbles from all the sudden motion, and you groan every time gravity makes the weight of her rippling ass crash against you. Eventually, you even feel Milly work up a slight sweat from the activity, making her butt glisten against you.
After a few more minutes of this, Milly finishes her dusting. Another job well done, Milly proudly wipes her hands clean before moving on to her next task, but, as soon as she takes a step, she slips on something. “Zut Alors,” Milly cries as she falls forward. The maid lands on the floor with a soft thud, but, thanks to the cushion her abundant chest and curvaceous body provide, she’s hardly phased by it. You, on the other hand, lose all sense of up and down for a few moments as Milly’s ass wobbles intensely against you from the impact, like you’re on some sort of theme park ride. When Milly looks back, she sees she tripped over a t-shirt belonging to the Pink Princess, carelessly left on the floor by the diminutive diva. In fact, as Milly does another scan the lounge, she can see a variety of clothes carelessly strewn about the shared space by her messy co-workers: shirts, pants, bras, and more. Milly sighs, “A maid’s work is never done.”
Her resolve to clean still unwavering, Madame Bosomy gets up and goes on to gather the loose laundry, daintily bending over to pick up each piece of clothing. Each time Milly does so, you feel her hips jut out as her massive, jiggling ass cheek tenses and swells against you. She gathers bundles of clothes and tosses them to a corner of the room, onto an ongoing pile of laundry that she’ll drop off to the laundry room later. As she does so, the cheerful Milly starts to get into a rhythm, and, as she has fun with her work, you feel another wave of jiggles hit you as she begins to gracefully dance and spin around as she sings to herself…”Whoopsie!” That is, until she trips, dropping the clothes she had in hand and prompting her to get up and pick them up all over again. You groan. Just how much longer will it take for this klutzy maid to finish her chores and eventually find you?
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May 31, 2023
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